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C-Rayz Walz
The Lineup Lyrics
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The Lineup
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The Lineup Lyrics by C-Rayz Walz
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It's the Lineup.. It's the Lineup.. It's the Lineup.. It's the Lineup.. It's the Lineup.. Yo...class is in session, I'm in the lunchroom what a connection to have Who said best is there a dumb question to ask Word, I'm on the dean's list I gotta be serious for cats to miss gym and miss the regions just to see me spit Teachers don't check or edit they check the head it red it got extra credit, beat out the teacher's pet to get it Dump ya tray so we can just bang with these beats So crowded people sittin' on the tables for seats Students ain't returnin to class or concerned if they pass 'Cause they learnin' more from me than they learn from they collabs Rhymes in my mind plus my binder Know where to find us The pitcher won't even windup because of our lineup C-Rayz Walz Another face in the lineup, unusual suspect An angel bang you change your square rectangle My mouth is a gun known to blast crews I stay spittin' like chinese dudes in fast food I come through with skills Kill the medley raw Now give me mine for real like gills with Freddy's claws And catch another line punch from the butter crunch (Line drunk) Brother shine funk Sonic of the grind drunk (records) Cold boom bash crews take they boombox Dynamite sticks in my hands and boom-box Explosive and I'm only ignitin' Trust me, nobody wants this I'm diarrhea while you fightin Thirstin' Howl III These are my school days J killin it, tamin' Kool-aid and dudes paid Came and masterin my tools of the trade Ain't cool that the game's cruel and the rules are the same But my love is fan flies what fuels the flame This played fool's tryna play food Either upgrade, or get treated the free lunch way "eat 'em up Jay" 'Cause when there's pains in my stomach You gon' see the fangs comin' With the fangs comes the beast That's the change occurin' 'Cause we the freestyle authors With a free trial offer You want a piece? You wanna see a child in fosters We advise caution 'Cause we a dream sequence We the lineup, we awesome, illest team defense Got my own lunch table I don't go to the school Even the teachers raise they hand to talk to the dude School guards act hard, still 'nuff shook They know my bookbag full of everything but books Walk the halls with my shorty drinkin a 40 The dean coulda caught me but I heard the walkie talkie Absent everyday considered a truant In a class by myself spittin' this music Pencils kept sharp 'n' pen weapons Rambo radio Melle Mel Message Taught semesters uncompleted 100 reasons I'll never be shit Then we shall see bitch I cut class like I like swords(swing!) If you ain't hard like a boulevard erase ya boards Hesitate and get sent to the void (what if he survives) Man he caught the keloid First of all you's a wind-up toy I don't battle emcees I kill androids (teacher said) You're too loose in the head You don't get a graham cracker you go straight to bed Playtime's over you go straight to special ed Play with Simon, do as he says Professor X taught me best How to levitate SP-12's at recess The lineup...yo... Eyyo check my phonics Fa sho' get demonic All crazed I'm all day get all A's in ho's economics I blast rhymes and (?)s'll just want mine Some fast times sonofabitch in Moore High Tellin' ya freshmen like Carmello (carmelloo) We the super seniors You guess if you do see us Vote for yours, get strong eat your veggies And get beefed to weggie You'll get turned over your loss of thong They a real queer MF DOOM: Who could turn a study hall to a bloody brawl When they get it twisted like the funnies on a silly putty ball Ask not about the dome steam the mask is hot And he's not ya man or ya home team mascot Rise clock hot on full sound The 12th grade dropout who tresspass on school grounds Give 'im dap for the kids on Nickelodeon Who many a came to fill out the app for custodian Wit' his record that's the only job'll hire Way before the metal detectors and barbed wire Supposed to graduate with the bunch of '89 They hated, made him wait on the lunch lady line They told 'im better stop or his head'll pop The only class he ever pass is metalshop It's where he used to practice his tactics and spit oil But don't drink the milk the shit's spoiled ---------------------- Thanks to (Cameron) for correcting these lyrics. Jun 27, 2008
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